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2 years pt3

A/N: sorry this chapter was a little late 😞 but hope you guys enjoy this one, it’s gonna get juicy soon ;)

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About 7 months have passed since you first checked in. Time has passed and you’ve changed. A lot. you sat across from your therapist,

“You’ve came a long way y/n, i’ve noticed. I want to see how much you’ve grown—i think we should test you to see if you’re ready for discharge from rehab.”

the words you thought you would never hear, ever. You felt so weird about it too.

“. . . uhm…that sounds good?. . .” you say looking up from your lap,

“if you feel you need a few more days we can totally do that y/n.”

“it’s not that, i feel i’m ready. I just never thought this day would come..it’s unreal”

. . .

walking out of her office and to your little room they gave you to stay in, now it’s time to get your new life started. You throw on your very worn brown jacket, and ask to go visit the garden they had.

walking into the garden you seen your favorite flowers, you say by them admiring their beauty. You and your therapist talked more about the test, which she decided tomorrow will decide if you get to leave this place. Were you ready?

. . .

heading for your therapists door, nervously holding the turning the handle.

“Ah! welcome back y/n! i’m glad to see you today…take a seat and we’ll go over what we need to do today.”

silently taking a seat in her chair and holding your own hand. You take in the room for the last time, as she starts explaining,

“it’s basically just going to be the test you first took when you arrived, we will compare the results, and if you score a higher score than when you started, we can discharge you!”

you nod your head, your mind racing 1000 miles per hour with these thoughts.

“where am i going to stay?”

“whos here?”

“how am i going to be stable again?”

but nonetheless, you get handed a paper and pencil. You look up to see your therapists face, warmly smiling at you. She mouths the words “you got this.” looking back down and starting the test. The questions brining you back to the past.

“im going to head out to get some paperwork, i’ll give you some quiet time to get that finished.” she said as she got up and closed the door quietly.

. . .

after an hour, you finally finished. You set the pencil down exactly at the same time as she walked back in.

“all finished i see? i’ll just snag this from you then y/n. You can head back to your room, well examine this and let you know your results here soon.”

you softly smile at her, and excuse yourself to your room. You already knew you were going to get discharged, so you already packed the few things they let you have. You didn’t plan on keeping them but who knows you might need them.

You sat on the twin bed, and opened a book you had started reading while you were there. You were impatient. Your leg was shaking, you just wanted to get out already. How long is this going to take?

Just as you started to get lost in the boo bc k a knock at the door. You open it up,

“G O O D L U C K Y / N ! ! !”

a big quickly handmade sign reads.

“you did it y/n! we are so proud of you!” Your therapist says as she brings you in for a hug. All of this so shocking.

“im leaving?….”

“well, technically not today, but tomorrow”

“. . .”

the morning after that wasn’t very stressful. You could say there was tons of boxes of things and so much paperwork—but there wasn’t. The only box you had full of stuff was a weak box filled with your pillowcases, bed sheets, the rotation of clothes they had given you, and … your phone.

it’s been weeks since you’ve been on your phone, you tried to click the power button but a dead battery sign came up. Of course, how could you be this dense, you needed to charge your phone first. As you walked out of the center, hundreds of people walked and roamed the beautiful streets of barcelona. You stood there, frozen.

you walked to the nearest coffee shop, you knew there had to be an outlet in there. Finding the closest outlet and waiting until your phone turned on.

“E N T E R P A S S W O R D A F T E R P H O N E H A S R E S T A R T E D.”

the words read on your screen, you typed the number pin in fast and it was unlocked. First you check your messages, a few of them were concerned about where you were, but the last one sent was by your best friend, last sent 5 months ago. So people did stop caring after a while.

next you check twitter, the worst place to check after getting out of rehab. The first tweet yoi had seen was about you. Jesus christ.

“famous singer and songwriter y/n has disappeared, people assume she has died of an overdose, but it’s not likely. Read more down below 👇.”

you quickly read as the feed refreshed, you scrolled through mindless media, but seeing a picture of the place you were just at. the caption read:

“y/n has been spotted in barcelona!”

a picture of you walking across the street with your head down. How are they that fast? Must’ve forgotten. You click on the tweet to see the replies people left.

“MOTHER”

“she didn’t die thank you lord”

“get her back in the studio asap”

“last time i seen her she was talking to gavi and pedri in this hotel, somewhere around preseason so a long time ago lol”

the last reply. Someone had seen you? better question, how in the world did you get the chance to talk to gavi and pedri? It made you think back to the moment.

“she’s the one you said was-“

was what? what were you? ugly? cute? an addict? You quickly close the app and open instagram. You ignore the feed and go to search up the boys names. Wow these guys were a big deal. Their comments filled with girls begging for a chance. And somehow you stood out to him.

“M E S S A G E”

click.

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tag list: @spidybaby @alexis1taylorr @edhoneymoon @htpssgavi @jack1n

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2 years.

due to high demand part 2 !!!! feedback is also very much appreciated <3

cw: addiction mentioned, rehab

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After getting settled into your temporary home, you fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. Being woken up to the bright orange sun. You get up. You still didn’t know what to do with yourself. I guess the comments were right. You really do need some professional help.

you just didn’t know where to start, rehab? therapy? checking yourself into a psych ward? You sit at the small work desk at the hotel, clicking the pen and scooting the small writing pad they provided. You assume the best place to start was the addiction problems. You go on your phone and look for places. You find the highest rated one, and call it.

“hi.uhm. i was just uhm… wondering if i can check in? like check myself into rehab.”

the man on the other line told you the process of checking yourself in. You had to go in person and stay there until they think you were better than you had started. This process might take a while. But you’re willing to do it.

You gather your things, planning what you were going to tell the lady downstairs,

“my flight got rescheduled for today.”

“my friend is back at their house i don’t need the room anymore.”

“my parents have a room for me at their place.”

heading out the room and towards the elevator. Spamming the down button to hurry and get to the place. You didn’t care to wear the disguise you had packed. Nobody would see you for a couple more months anyways. At least that’s what you thought.

as the doors opened up, you look up from your shoes and see two young men. One of them wearing a dark beard and the other…well he looks like a kid. Clean shaven face, big brown eyes, short brunette hair.

“that’s exactly what i- wait aren’t you y/n?”

the one with the dark beard said as he pointed at you.

fuck.

“…do you want a picture?…”

you couldn’t even deny it, people recognized you so much now that you can’t say no to pictures, or else people would think your a rude arrogant celeb. And them boom there goes the grammy nomination, the awards, the money. everything you had worked so hard for.

you were so stuck in your head that you didn’t realize he was as talking to the younger one.

“this is the singer i was telling you about just the other day! you know…the one you said was-“

he was cut off by the brunette slapping his arm, giving him the “don’t you dare” look.

“look, i don’t have the time for this, do you want something? i have to be somewhere.”

you didn’t mean to be rude, but you just wanted to be fixed already. You didn’t have time to stop and talk with these guys. You notice the small badge on their nike sweaters.

“oh sorry——you know our football club is sponsored by spotify? you could totally be this years sponsor.”

the beard said to you, side eyeing the brunette and wiggling his eyebrows. Something was up. You just didn’t care enough to ask.

“uhm.yeah. sure whatever.”

you weren’t even planning on making new music anytime soon. you brush it off and push the down button for the other elevator. You didn’t want to be anywhere near a person right now.

now that you were alone in the elevator, you started to wonder and replay how the beard and the brunette were acting. As you got downstairs to the lobby, your worst fear. A packed lobby with screaming people and more guys all wearing the same nike hoodie, that logo.

you make a pit stop at the bathrooms to put on your glasses and mask, there was no way you couldn’t get away from this one. You blend back into the crowd, asking the nearest person,

“what’s this all about?”

“do you live under a rock? this is the best football club of all time right in front of us! FC barcelona!”

that’s when it finally hit you, the logo seemed so familiar. You remember watching a few el classicos with your dad when you were little. How could you forget?

But you had more important things to do that day. You thanked the person who reminded you of the club and went on with your day. Walking with your head down and airpods in, you arrived to your new home for a few months.

you open the door and walk up to the front desk,

“uhm..hi. id like to check myself in..”

you say with your head down, feeing ashamed that you were asking for help. You could’ve done this on your own but here you are.

“okay! before we check you in we’re gonna have to have you fill these papers out, and i hope you know what your doing right now is brave and your in good hands.”

crazy. It’s like the lady behind the desk could read your unsure mind. Her words repeat and bounce around in your head. Taking the papers and taking a seat in the lobby. It was small, and empty.

You have no idea what’s to come but surely it’ll be the best for you.

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tags: @pabl0andm3 @spidybaby @htpssgavi @alexis1taylorr

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2 years

pablo gavi x singer!yn

cw: mentions of drug usage, smoking, drinking, addiction.

quick a/n: sorry i’ve been VERY inactive lately, i do want to write more so i’ll accept any footballer reqs!!! :-)

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“it’s been 2 years since we’ve seen or heard from y/n, where could she be? Most people assume she decided to quit making music, some assume she gained too much weight and is too ashamed to step out in public. But i guess we won’t know for a long time now, leave a comment below on what you think about this.”

you sigh and put down your phone. It’s been 2 years since you’ve even been in the studio at all. A 2 year hiatus from the world. Flashbacks start to play in your head on how you even ended up here.

. . .

sitting out on the edge of balcony watching all the glowing stars surrounded by the darkness of the night. You life was a mess. Parties every other night, surrounded by people who didn’t care if they ruined their life. Taking random drugs whenever you could. Drinking most of the day. The joint inbetween your fingers burning into ash. You couldn’t stand it anymore.

You were just tired of everything, and the comments on every little thing you did made everything more worse.

“maybe y/n should take a break from all the parties..”

“look at her eyes, they look dead.”

“she’s just a drug addicted psychopath. Hope she stops soon and gets some treatment.”

you were tired of all eyes on you. Biting the inside of your bottom lip, the tears started to accumulate in your eyes. Taking a big hit of the joint, feeling the burn but not feeling anything anymore. You knew there was only one way to stop getting so much attention.

Putting out the joint and heading into your apartment and opening up your laptop. You log into the device and search for flights to Barcelona. Little did you know, this small decision would change your life forever.

you didn’t tell anyone about this. You packed your bags, reset your phone, and went to bed. The next morning you had ordered and uber. Covering your face with a hat, mask, and sunglasses. You didn’t want the spotlight anymore. It took a good 30 minutes to get to the nearest airport. You wonder if anyone will even care if you disappeared, stopped making music, stopped replying to texts, stopped calling, stopped everything.

you didn’t want to live the life you had anymore. what you once thought was a blessed now had transformed into a curse right in front of your eyes. Becoming something far more evil than you thought. You remember a little y/n looking up to famous singers, wanting what they wanted. Wanting the light, wanting the eyes, wanting what they had.

but now that you had finally grasped it after years of putting everything into it, it felt like a living hell. You look up from your lap, and you were at the airport. The driver looking back at you to let you know that you had arrived, taking out your wallet fast and tipping him 15 bucks, you scurried out the black SUV, grabbing your bags from the back and trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.

A new start. You walked into the front doors of the airport, not ready to start the tedious process just to get checked in. You sighed and headed straight for check in. You just wanted to get it done and over with, but unfortunately you were in america and going to another country. They needed to identify who you were.

“trip to barcelona? can i see a passport please?”

the blonde headed lady behind the counter asked, you handed her the passport and leaned in to whisper into her ear,

“you didn’t see me here.”

as you lifted the glasses and took down the mask, a serious look on your face. You could see her eyes light up as she saw the world’s most known singer standing in front of her. But she obliged to your words and wished you a good flight as she handed the passport back.

after the whole process was over, you sat in those uncomfortable waiting seats in your terminal. Tapping your finger on your already shaking leg. You didn’t have a plan for barcelona. Fuck. Do you go seek professional help like all the comments had said? Do you stop making music? Do you take the time to heal and finally find yourself? Your mind running at a pace you couldn’t keep up with. You took a deep breath.

After a few hours of waiting they finally started calling for your flight. You couldn’t even feel nervous or excited, you were just so numb on the inside, dissociated from the world you stand on. time was flying by, one second you were waiting to be called, the next second you were in your seat, and in the blink of an eye…you were in barcelona.

Stepping off the plane, going through another tedious journey just to hit the streets of barcelona—and cry. You didn’t know what the fuck you were doing in that city. You had no house, barely enough money to hold you over for a few nights, because when you packed you thought it would be smart to only pack a little bit of your funds. Fuck. You had nothing and nobody.

Walking around the streets like a lost child, luckily for you, you knew spanish, most of it. Your mom’s side was hispanic. So from a young age she made it her duty to teach you. Thanks mom.

you manage to find a hotel, you walk in puffy eyed. Thank god for those glasses.

“do you have any available rooms?..”

you said silently, the poor lady who was working that night nodded. it looked like she needed a break more than you did. she asked for how many nights,

“uhm…just like…just a few nights.”

“im gonna need an exact number honey this hotel is going to be booked by fc barcelona soon. we need all the rooms we can take.”

you knew some stuff about football, when you were younger you would watch matches with your dad. You were even on your towns small team, hoping one day you could make it big. Other things got in the way of that.

“uhm..just 3 nights is good..”

“that’s better, that’ll be about 400. do you want room service?”

“no thank you.”

she nodded, as you handed her your card, she charged it and slid you your key. Now you were on your own. you had taken your sim card out your phone so nobody could contact you. But now you were staring to regret it. You sat on the edge of the hotel bed. You knew you had to take some time to reset, it started now.

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a/n: plsplsplspls let me know if i should make a part 2, this was kinda just like a starting point, also inbox is very very VERY open for ideas ;-) also this is a little bit darker than what i usually write, but for what i have in mind it does get fluffier the more it goes on.

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okay maybe i should write something now

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oh yeah i’m not ded btw :p probably should write soon

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kinda hate being multi fandom 😭 football girly liking a fic abt hamzahthefantastic

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But, your honour, that's the love of my life

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I remember the good times when there used to be fanfics about Gavi and Pedri every hour of the day 🥲 Good times

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"why do you have tumblr on your phone no one uses that anymore" im gonna hold your hand while i tell you this

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puppy love

just a little short fluff :)

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it all started one thursday night, scrolling on instagram reels with no intent. your head and phone rested on your boyfriends chest, him looking on your screen too. One specific video caught his attention. The video? a puppy eating some sort of puppy chow.

“oh, how cute is that” he said with a smile, tapping your screen twice to like the video.

“why did you like that?”

“are you saying you didn’t like it?”

“no i’m not saying that- whatever”

you continued on with your scrolling for a few more minutes before deciding to turn off your phone and to try to sleep.

the barcelona sun wakes you up the next day, sitting up in your bed you realize that your boyfriend is gone. Checking your phone, seeing no text from him. Yeah you worry a bit but you know he’s probably just at the store or somewhere with his friends. Fully waking up you go to the kitchen and find something to eat.

although- nothing really sounds good to eat. Taking a step outside you soon realized it’s way too hot to spend your day out there, taking a step back inside and shutting the door behind you.

defeated, you lay down on the couch in the living room, turn on the tv and try to decide what your gonna do today. You turn a random show on and start scrolling again on your phone, still wondering where your boyfriend could be.

That’s when you hear the door open and some bags rustling.

“guess who’s back!” he said holding a small white puppy in his arms, holding bags of dog treats, dog food and toys.

you were to surprised to say anything at the moment, so you really just stared at him in disbelief.

“pablo tell me your joking. what made you think it was a good idea to even buy a dog? how much did he cost? how much did all the stuff-“ you were cutoff with him putting the puppys little paw to your lips hushing you.

“shhhhh…look at him..he’s so…cute!” he said holding the puppy up to your face.

“fine, i guess he is a little cute, but i’m still a little mad you went out and bought a dog without even saying anything to me!” you said taking the dog into your arms

“it’s fine, this is like our kid now” he said looking down on your cradling the puppy like a baby

“yeah..”

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A/N: so so so sorry i’ve been so inactive, just been going thru like a most difficult writers block, like rlly bad. Please send in reqs for me to write. I rlly wanna get back into writing 🫶🏽

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fluffy hair gavi please come back to me

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Matsi Mats talking in spanish

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Gavi in suit 🧎🏾‍♀️

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mats hummels is so lana del rey coded

hummels fix soon question mark? 👀

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defo bionel messi

tag yourself, i’m harry kane

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heart locked bracelet- PG6

it was a normal day for you and your boyfriend. You were just sitting on the couch waiting for pablo to get back, you sent him to the store to get your favorite snacks. Curled up on the couch watching some random show, your dog also laying down with you. Hearing the front door unlock and seeing your boyfriend holding a bag,

“welcome back handsome” you said pausing your show excited for your various chocolates and chips.

“okay i might have gotten distracted a bit and bought a little something else…” he said looking excitedly through the bag of food, finally pulling out two boxes.

“is that why it took you so long? It better be worth it gavira.” you said in a slightly stern tone.

“i think it’s gonna be really worth it, trust me.” he said making his way over to you and handing you a little white box. Opening it revealed a rose gold bracelet with a heart that locks it, along with a small key.

Pablo opening his box and taking out the same bracelet. You were in shock, it was beautiful, tiny diamonds danced along the outline of the heart. You couldn’t believe he just randomly picked this up for both of you.

“what do you think?” pablo said to break the awkward silence.

“it’s….beautiful. Pablo you just randomly bought this?” You said looking back up to finally make eye contact with him.

“Well, i’ve had my eye on it for a while and i was just already out and i had the money on me so…why not?” he said with a smile on his face.

pablo took his bracelet out the box and unlocked it with the tiny key and handed it to you

“i want you to put mine on, and i’ll put yours on.”

taking the gold bracelet in your hand you put it around his wrist and closed it, locking it. He took your wrist and your bracelet and did the same for you.

“promise to keep it on for as long as we’re together?” you said looking at his brown eyes,

“of course, you know i will.” he said taking your hand in his.

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A/N: based this off this bracelet i saw my mom had, so cute i had to write a fic 😞 but in case sum of you couldn’t imagine how the bracelet looks here’s how it sorta looks (my moms is cuter btw)